Reepicheep and King PeterMichael's Narnia party did double duty as Halloween costumes. Unless you've read CS Lewis' Narnia, Jack's mouse costume will have been lost on you; we seemed to spend all evening explaining Jack's fantasy rodent ID to everyone on the street.
This year's festivities seemed scaled back, even for North Ranch, which was fine by us. I missed last year's magical expression of Michael as he, for the first time, witnessed teams of children in costume out at night: "There are children everywhere," he nearly gasped.
For Michael, the meaning was in the journey, as they say - his candy trophies nearly forgotten. Jack, on the other hand, has been plowing through his bag; I found it next to his pillow. Is he a chocoholic?
Our new church, with its refreshing non-sanitized approach to life, had no alternative celebration: no mentioning of a harvest or Reformation party. Their children, it was assumed, would also be out on the streets.
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